Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.